Hello all! So nice to see you. Come in and have a look around -- the kettle is on, make yourself a cup of tea or coffee and take the weight off your feet. You are just in time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tweak the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Due to the sudden and untimely death this week of the multi-talented, iconic musician Prince, his song "Raspberry Beret" is featured today (listen to songs here). Enjoy.
She Wears A Hat Of Onions
He worked for many years in the conservative tradition.
It was my boss, Mr. Mugimoto.
He said again and again her love
was a little too casual.
This action is almost certain to be less precise.
But this differs from the previous day.
Then I looked at him. I see it.
He ran to the door.
Touching the surface in the rain because it was very good.
We, ignorance road horse
hidden in the shadows, but he saw lightning eclairs.
I feel like a movie star.
They say that the majority view for the first time.
But if I have the opportunity, once again, words.
Can I change the itinerary?
I was, for more,
She wears a hat of onions.
This gives the second-hand stores danger,
In the case of more warm clothes,
I also think, "Private moo, me cry."